Three Cheers to the Archaic Modernist

The television is the computer
I’ve become sure I’m worried what
Has happened to my memory surely
We know from experience that organic
Is transformed with the smallest bit of
Decision the computer, the television,

Tell me now muse because I know
I am only talking to myself, what should
Happen to my imagination now that I am

No tell me self are you entertained, if
That is the word, are you special among your
Memories, and if so then which ones belong to you
Where is the image that disappeared the moment
You interrupted that image with a new image

I am afraid these are the clearest thoughts
I have had all day I have trouble seeing the difference.